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True story. Two older women were picking up a third friend
for their weekly
lunch when they accidentally ran over and killed her cat. It
wasn't a pretty
sight, so rather than leave it for the woman's husband to
find, they scooped
it into a Foley's bag and took it with them, intending to
throw it away in
the restaurant's dumpster.
Upon their arrival, they discovered that the dumpster was
locked. Not
wanting to leave the bag in the car, they put in on the
ground next to the
car and went inside to eat. From their window table they
could clearly see
the car and bag, and so noticed immediately when a woman
walked by the
closed bag, looked at it with interest, and went on. In a few
minutes she
returned, looked a little more closely, glanced around to see
if she were
being watched, and strolled on.
On her third pass, she casually picked up the bag without
pausing, and
continued on -- into the restaurant! She let herself be
seated, placed the
bag and her purse on the floor next to her chair, and picked
up the menu.
She ordered, and again casually picked up the Foley's bag to
see what
wonderful little item she had managed to snag.
She opened the bag, looked inside, shuddered, and passed out
onto the floor.
Instantly restaurant staff came to her aid, dialed 9-1-1, and
cared for her
until the paramedics came and loaded her onto a stretcher to
take her to the
hospital.
The last thing our three ladies saw was a paramedic as he
picked up the
woman's purse and the Foleys bag and placed both on her
stomach as they
wheeled her away.
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Another true story: A friend of mine and his family were
taking a trip to
the mall. On the way, their 18 month old son had a massive
blow out poopy
diaper. In the mall parking lot, the diaper was changed and
put in a
Dillards bag. Embarrassed by the incredibly bad smell, the
couple decided
to leave to bag on the hood of the car to be thrown in a
dumpster as
opposed to a mall trash
can. A couple of hours later when the family was return to
the car, they
saw an
old, beat up pick-up stop at their car. A young man jumped
out and hurriedly
threw the Dillards bag into the cab. He got back in and the
pick up sped
off with what he thought was a mighty haul.
-----Story stolen second hand by Andy Fletcher, Colorado
Springs, Colorado,
USA (Also submitted by Andy Fletcher)
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